Yesterday, I stepped away from my day job. I will soon join the ranks of the officially self-employed. I am terrified.

My decision is one that in some ways has nothing to do with me. Instead, it is a result of an interior imperative involved with creation. Essentially, I am giving in to an increasingly loud interior voice that is demanding change--that I switch course and have creation/making as my core organizing principle. This principle, making, is not the principle I would have chosen, mind you. If I could pick, I would be a different kind of person with a different core organizing principle--for example, the kind of person to volunteer in NGOs in Syria or Rwanda. But I'm not that person. And I have to make things and write, or I am miserable (and miserable to be around).

So why do we create? Why do we need to make and write and see beauty and read and sing? I keep thinking about a picture of a monastery built into a cliff--for some reason, knowing that those monks are out there meditating and praying and thinking and reflecting makes a different. What difference? Hmmm. I am looking forward to finding out more about what that difference is.

More immediately, I find myself thinking about specific tasks to accomplish in the near-term--the next six months, say. One of those actions is the act of doing nothing. Life is short (you can call me Captain Obvious), and it's time to pay attention to it, both with intention and without. Staring into space, daydreaming, and letting the mind be free are as important perhaps as action and movement. "Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time."*

Another essential action includes daily (or nearly daily) writing--so here is the new blog.

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Making, creating, understanding, and doing things that make you very, very happy are important to the universe. I have been thinking about this throughout my life--and so I figure I'll write about it now and see what happens.